Tori "ShortScale" Surehammer is what you could call a "special" Halfling. Ever since he was big enough to pick up a hammer he has worked in his fathers forge. Almost immediately he took a liking to the scale armor his family made, and hand crafted his first set at the age of 14. The set he wears now is his 16th try, having made one set each year since then. His other sets have been handed out to others in the village to help with defense.
His uncle Jimmi "The Flail" Surehammer was the first to introduce him to the three-headed flail he totes around. It was love at first skull crack as Tori gleefully crushed the gophers and rabbits in his aunts garden.
Between Tori's father and uncle Jimmi the village was one of the most well equiped halfling town anyone could have the misfortune to run into. I say misfortune because that would mean you met Tori. Tori doesn't much care for big folk. This tends to land him in trouble.
Such a bit of trouble is how he ended up in Aralath. After a tumble with a group of Dragonborn soldiers passing through his village Tori woke up in their cart. Why they hadn't killed him he doesn't know, but they referred to him as "ShortScale" and chuckled at his tenacity. They we taking him to Aralath to join the recruitment arena, and hopefully earn a "finders" fee.

Tori LOVES smashing things with his flail. In fact the only thing he loves more is talking. Despite his dislike of larger folk, he often found use of their trade, and when not fighting became a bit of a diplomat. The same Dragonborn that now take him to Aralath had once sought crafting advice from uncle Jimmi.
Once in the ring, Tori is most likely to smash the enemy first and talk with his allies later, and never stop. He loves the rush of fighting many larger opponents! More heads to mash!

Tori can be spotted when not in a crowd mostly by his extraordinary equipment. If found in a casual setting he wears simple cotton pants and a loose shirt. His strawberry blond hair is kept in a tight military cut to make him "intimidating".